[Parrish Smith]
It's, time, to, party

...

"Now that I got your attention again I want to"

[PMD] Party.. party.. party.. party
* echoes left to right *

[Erick Sermon]
Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
and start talkin, girls and boys are hawkin
EPMD is live from New York and
now I'm bout to rip house, straight up and jump
Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps
This jam, is a crowd mover
For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver
or for a so-called dancing machine
Cause this record, is strictly 
1,000 Hours lyrics

Starlit night
The moon is shining bright
You are the one I need
Up at your window
I see a shadow
Silhouette of your grace
Here's this flower
I picked for all the hours
That you've spent with me
The one I love
That I've been dreaming of
Sailing across the sea
for the club scene
Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action
Like dips and dope backflips
while the girlies are movin, and groovin they hips
Enough booty, you could be waxin
Instead you in the corner, maxin and relaxin
Get up, and move your body
cause party people

[Parrish Smith]
It's time to party (4X)

[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down
[Parrish Smith] Yeah

"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro"

...

[EPMD]
It's time to party (2X)

[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down

[Parrish Smith] 
Yeah..
It's Friday night, no work til Monday
To top it off you just got paid
So you step to 
That's What It's All About lyrics

[All:]
I know it's all about you
It's all about me
Working it out, yeah
That's what it's all about

[Shane:]
Maybe I was wrong about it
Maybe you were right
I was selfish and demanding
Never satisfied
Oh and maybe I've made some mistakes before
the club, boys and girls are GQ
Before you go in, you drink a brew or two
Strobelight spinnin, people grinnin
You're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin and
your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin
People on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe and
you see this fly cutie...
with crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
Your mind gets to scheamin, you start dreamin
The liquor starts talkin, you get more self esteem and
you step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"
Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands
And while the disc jockey's yelling GET UP, GET UP
GET UP, GET UP, and on the dancef
That Broad lyrics

[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, uh-huh
Ninety-nine (Cha), you know
Cha, Cha, ah, ah

Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all
For about a half-a-minute, listen y'all
It's gettin' hard, even sickening just to look at y'all
Look at y'all, hard to turn chickens into broads
But d
loor
the ladies are freakin moves, you never seen before
Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
Squeakin moves that make you squint and say
"Damn that must hurt" -- stomachs are showin, aces blowin
And while you're havin fun, spendin your dough and
you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
And off goes your money beeper
which means you're runnin low on the dough
So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes
You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key
Askin yourself over and over how you spent a G
Don't worry now, worry on Monday
And get back on the dancefloor..

It's time to party (4X)